As I walked past this shop window, I was not very happy about how he was looking at me. However, it is carnival time, and then anything goes I suppose. The night becomes day for some at this time of the year. I remember when Mr. Swiss would once a year join his colleagues for a carnival night, aIthough his carnival days are now over at the age of 84. I think as an innocent English person coming into contact with the carnival customs for the first time, I had a bit of a shock when Mr.Swiss left in the evening to return home a 6.00 a.m., but over the years I got used to it. I think he had a problem going to work the next day.